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     How like a winter hath my absence been

     From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

     What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,

     What old December's bareness everywhere!

     And yet this time removed was summer's time:

     The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,

     Bearing the wanton burden of the prime

     Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:

     Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me

     But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;

     For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,

     And, thou away, the very birds are mute;

     Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,

     That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.